To the mark of the Black Moon
What might be familiar to anyone who stumbles upon this scene is the air - it is stuffy and dark, the energy stifling. It is the planet Nemesis once more, albeit, it is not the palace.
The person presiding at this place, however, is likely unknown to nearly everyone. She sits in a throne-like chair, her eyes staring down the messenger as he begs for her pardon. The mysterious pink-haired girl was spotted once more, attacking a contingent of Ifrit guards who were trying to arrest a family.
Citrin of the Gold, cousin to the late Prince Demand and the last of the Black Moon Clan, studied the pictures given to her. She nonchalantly put them aside once she finished.
"Find this girl." The authority in her voice was unmistakable. "And bring her to me. If she is indeed a member of the Black Moon...she is an ally."
And so the messenger was gone, leaving the lady to her thoughts...and to the mercy of the Nexus.
((OOC: FINALLY I POST WITH THIS PERSON HUR HUR. This is an OC from notsoblack_lady's universe. Maybe by this time next year I'll finish her profile too, wouldn't that be awesome! D:))
The person presiding at this place, however, is likely unknown to nearly everyone. She sits in a throne-like chair, her eyes staring down the messenger as he begs for her pardon. The mysterious pink-haired girl was spotted once more, attacking a contingent of Ifrit guards who were trying to arrest a family.
Citrin of the Gold, cousin to the late Prince Demand and the last of the Black Moon Clan, studied the pictures given to her. She nonchalantly put them aside once she finished.
"Find this girl." The authority in her voice was unmistakable. "And bring her to me. If she is indeed a member of the Black Moon...she is an ally."
And so the messenger was gone, leaving the lady to her thoughts...and to the mercy of the Nexus.
((OOC: FINALLY I POST WITH THIS PERSON HUR HUR. This is an OC from notsoblack_lady's universe. Maybe by this time next year I'll finish her profile too, wouldn't that be awesome! D:))